Kamurocho hadn't changed much since she had last been here. The crowds, the bars, the clubs... It was all very much a familiar sight. Tomoko carefully stepped out of the taxi, and handed the man the exact amount. She needed to save her money, after all.

Tomoko didn't have the exact address for the Sodachi Dojo, but she did learn that it was right next door to the Children's Park. Wherever that was. She kept to the main streets, avoiding the alleyways as much as humanly possible. She knew from experience that Kamurocho was a dangerous place.

Tomoko found herself close to the Millennium Tower, and decided to make a quick stop there. She never had a chance to go there last time, and she figured that no harm could be done from simply browsing around. She stepped through the doors, money tucked nice and tightly into her pants pocket, and did some window shopping.

To these punks, there was no yakuza. There was no Tojo Clan, there was no Dojima Family... They were ignorant of the order of things, and being ignorant was a good way to get yourself killed in Kamurocho. Case in point, this gang of about 7 dudes decided that they were going to cause some havoc in Millennium Tower, maybe yoink some cash from a few registers while they were at it. Of course, anyone with even a slight amount of knowledge of the Kamurocho underworld knew this was a bad idea, but idiots will be idiots. They came in with bats, knives, and immediately went for the closest store, which happened to house a certain Mokocchi.

Word of the punks' intrusion quickly made it's way to the penthouse suite in the tower, specifically to Majima. "You want us to take care of them, sir?"

Majima thought for a moment, before shaking his head, "Naw, no way! I've got a buzz goin'! I'll deal with 'em!" The lackey smiled to himself as he watched Majima go down the elevator. "Those poor bastards." He said to himself.

Screams filled the store as the punks began trashing the place, leaving the patrons (and Tomoko) hiding off in a corner. "Tell the owner that WE'RE the bosses around here!" One of the punks shouted.

Even before he could step out of the elevator, Majima could hear these guys' boasts and bravado. They weren't worth his blade, so he decided that he was going to do this old school. He didn't bother with an introduction, either. He simply walked right up to one of the guys, and snaked his arm around the dude's neck. A little bit of pressure cut off circulation, and made the dude pass out within seconds. Majima let his body drop to the floor, and turned his attention to the others.

"Whoa, what's with the cyclops over there? Whatever, let's waste 'em!" The punks charged Majima. Six against one. How unfair... For them. Majima made the first strike, slamming his fist right into a punk's nose. Using that as a way to stun him, Majima then unleashed a roundhouse kick, one that was strong enough to send the punk flying into another. A knife wielding punk was next, and one that was just as easy: Using the metal on his shoes, Majima kicked the blade right from the punk's hand. The move wasn't over, though... Majima had spun to kick the knife, and he continued spinning to keep up his momentum. Momentum that would be used to land a brutal elbow right into the side of another punk's jaw.

The next punk had a baseball bat, a weapon that Majima was familiar with. After ducking under a swing, Majima landed a punch to the gut that caused the hooligan to drop the bat. Majima took the bat's handle, and stuck it into the stunned hooligan's mouth. One hearty laugh and a kick later, the punk was not just unconscious, but also missing a few teeth.

"THAT THE BEST YA GOT?!" Majima shouted, as he drove the bat into one of the last two hooligan's shoulder, dislocating it and causing the lad a great deal of pain. He wouldn't have to suffer, though, because Majima had enough mercy to knock the guy out... By cracking his skull with a bat.

Majima slowly looked over at the last remaining punk, who was frozen with fear. Approaching with a sadistic smile on his face, Majima was ready to brutalize this last kid... Until he looked a little lower. Realizing that the hooligan had pissed his pants, Majima dropped his bat, and promptly began laughing his ass off.

Dying from laughter, Majima waved the punk off. Several suited men came by and carried the unconscious men off somewhere. Soon, the stores in the tower all went back to business as usual. Majima went to return to the upper floors, but was stopped by an unknown individual. Majima expected it to be some underling asking about something, but was legitimately surprised to see a guy in a bright yellow gi, who was already bowing in respect.

"M-m-majima-sama! That was amazing!"

"Heh heh heh! Well, all in a day's work."

"M-my name is Sodachi, and I own a dojo-"

"Sodachi Dojo? Wait, aren't you the dojo that Saejima helped out?"

Sodachi bowed again, "You'd be right, Majima-sama! And now, I must humbly ask for your help, too... All of my old students are busy fighting in the coliseum, leaving them with no time to help me with training new students. Everyone wants to be taught by the champions, not some loser like me..."

"I get'cha, you want me to help you train guys in the art of whoopin' ass, right?" After a nod from Sodachi answered his question, Majima nodded back. "I ain't got anythin' better to do... Count me in!"

Sodachi was completely ecstatic! "Thank you, Majima-sama! We should get started right away! Let's head to the dojo!"

Tomoko had not only watched the amazing battle from the shadows, but she heard every bit of conversation between Majima and Sodachi. This was her lucky day! This was her chance to get trained by literally the best fighter she had ever witnessed! Tomoko tailed behind the two men as they walked out of the Millennium Tower, and followed closely behind as they headed down the street to the dojo. She needed to tail them because she needed to get to the dojo. Don't you remember the part where I said that she didn't know the address?

"That guy... Whatever his name was... Majima? Yeah, it was Majima... He's amazing! On top of that, he fights with an eye patch on, so he's got some severely fucked up depth perception! And he still kicks ass! If he's the guy that's gonna be training me..." Tomoko stayed close behind, as fantasies of her conquering the school with her might flashed through her mind. Everyone, even that delinquent bitch, bowing down to her might. And when she gets home? Her brother, immediately coming to her aid and doing all of her work. What's he gonna do? Beat her up? Not when she can do worse!

Still in fantasy land when she walked in, Tomoko didn't realize that Majima had already been waiting for her. In fact, she actually bumped into him when she walked in. She looked up and saw an oddly calm look to him, something that was completely absent during his earlier bout. After a moment of terrified silence, Tomoko finally mustered up an apology: "I-I... I'm s-s-sorry...!"

After crouching down, bringing himself to eye level with Tomoko, he stared. Tomoko froze up. What was he doing? Why was he staring at her? The whole thing had turned out to be a bad idea-

Majima broke the silence by yelling as loud as he could, frightening the poor Tomoko so much that she fell to the floor. Majima broke into laughter soon after. Sodachi was absolutely flabbergasted. "W-why did you do that?"

"This girl was followin' us here from the tower. Checkin' to see if she was gonna try and whack one of us."

"What? Her? But she's-"

"I've seen all kinds of weird shit throughout the years. Assassins posing as weak 'n shy girls aren't that uncommon. One minute, they're all like, 'P-p-please don't hurt me, I'm only a girl!' Next thing ya know, you're gettin' stabbed to death."

"How do you know that she's not an assassin, then? Couldn't she just be acting right now?"

"You can tell from the eyes. She ain't got the eyes of a killer." Majima turned back to Tomoko, and offered his hand to her. "Least, not yet. You here to get trained, right? Saw me kickin' ass, heard our talk, then walked in with the hopes of learnin' the art of bein' a badass?"

With nothing but a silent nod, Tomoko answered Majima's question. She also took the opportunity to take his hand so she could get off the floor. Majima's smile returned, and he patted Tomoko on the back. "What's yer name, missy?"

"M-my name? It's... It's T-tomoko! Tomoko Kuroki!"

"Kurrrrroki-chan, eh? You better get ready, 'cause I'm gonna turn you into an ass-whoopin' machine!"